Niagara Falls 2013
Friday, April 25, 2014
Easter Sunday
2014 will go down in my memory as one of the best Easter Sunday services I've ever been a part of. As of today, it is THE best, but I'm leaving room for God to work some major awesomeness in the future. :)
I decided to include the sermon "set" so that I could always remember it and maybe even recreate it on my rare days at home alone.
(*I'm planning to loop back this weekend and include links for each song and the sermon*)
I decided to include the sermon "set" so that I could always remember it and maybe even recreate it on my rare days at home alone.
(*I'm planning to loop back this weekend and include links for each song and the sermon*)
Death In His Grave [ John Mark McMillan (live youtube version) in C at 56 bpm ]
- Call to Worship (Steph Fedor)
- Lighting of the Easter Candle (Caroline Cox)
Christ The Lord Is Risen Today [ Default Arrangement in C at 138 bpm ]
How Marvelous [ Passion '06 Version in G at 76 bpm ]
There Is Power In The Blood [ Shane and Shane Bluegrass Version in A at 138 bpm ]
Praise The Invisible [ Daniel Bashta in A at 70 bpm ]
- Easter Sermon
Mystery [ Mystery in G at 130 bpm ]
Baptism - Claire Sample
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
My Little Rebel
Caroline does NOT love her teacher. I think the teacher is perfectly fine, but Caroline has had exceptional teachers in the past, and was assigned one this year as well. Unfortunately, her assigned teacher left to take a principal job 6 weeks into the school year, and Caroline has never fully accepted the replacement teacher as "her own".
So, today when Caroline called to check in with me after school, she sounded downcast. When I asked her to share, she sighed and said the following in no more than 2.1 seconds...
"Well, today Mrs Sadlon asked us to righthandpromise to read the instructions on our worksheet and I was really upset with her and even though I know I should read the instructions, I.... crossed my fingers during the promise."=(
My sweet girl. She just blurts it all out. I had to do my best not to laugh.
I love this stage of her life. She's learning to feel convicted of her sins/dishonesty, but she's still willing to tell me all about it. I praypraypray that that sense of conviction never leaves her, and that she doesn't work as hard as I did to drown it out.
So, today when Caroline called to check in with me after school, she sounded downcast. When I asked her to share, she sighed and said the following in no more than 2.1 seconds...
"Well, today Mrs Sadlon asked us to righthandpromise to read the instructions on our worksheet and I was really upset with her and even though I know I should read the instructions, I.... crossed my fingers during the promise."=(
My sweet girl. She just blurts it all out. I had to do my best not to laugh.
I love this stage of her life. She's learning to feel convicted of her sins/dishonesty, but she's still willing to tell me all about it. I praypraypray that that sense of conviction never leaves her, and that she doesn't work as hard as I did to drown it out.
Friday, April 11, 2014
Working Lunch
This is the kind of working lunch I'm a big fan of.
Sunny day, windows open, my treasured kitchen table, a glance at my husband and children, and a delicious salad.
spinach
grilled chicken breast
shredded parmesan
1/2 T roasted walnut oil
1/2 T oregano balsamic vinegar
Italian seasoning
salt
pepper
Sunny day, windows open, my treasured kitchen table, a glance at my husband and children, and a delicious salad.
spinach
grilled chicken breast
shredded parmesan
1/2 T roasted walnut oil
1/2 T oregano balsamic vinegar
Italian seasoning
salt
pepper
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Packing my Lunch... Tony-Style
I've been packing my lunch Tony Hayden style all week, and I love it!
Spinach
Strawberries
Mandarin Oranges
Walnut Oil (note to self: next time, use Pistachio Oil!)
Champagne Vinegar
Spinach
Strawberries
Mandarin Oranges
Walnut Oil (note to self: next time, use Pistachio Oil!)
Champagne Vinegar
Monday, April 7, 2014
Caroline's First Basketball Season
Until February, Caroline completely resisted the idea of playing organized basketball. Not because she doesn't love basketball. Not because she doesn't understand it. Not because she isn't a fan at other levels. Not because she doesn't want to put in the practice time.
Caroline did not want to play basketball in a league because I wanted *desperately* for her to play. And because she's looking for subtle ways to show her independence, she has politely declined every opportunity to play organized basketball for 4 years. She would politely decline, and then go outside and shoot baskets on our neighbor's goal for an hour every afternoon. She would politely decline, and then spend 96 straight hours every March sitting right next to me, glued to the television, and occasionally asking to mute the sound because she didn't like the commentators' opinions.
This year I was pleasantly surprised when, instead of "no, thank you", she answered my annual inquiry with "I guess".
The experience was perfect. The facility is close to our house, the season is VERY short (a good thing for first-timers), and she knew several girls and the coach from church.
I was proud of Caroline every single second of the season. I saw her push herself physically to get faster and stronger. I saw her watching intently from the bench during her "rest" quarters instead of chatting with the other girls. I saw her win and lose graciously. I saw her take instruction with a good attitude.
I also loved watching the performance milestones! watched her learn the importance of blocking out. I watched her go up strong. I watched her anticipate passes and screen perfectly, and I watched her get steal after steal after steal as a result. I watched her respond perfectly when she was encouraged to "catch her with your feet, not with your hands".
As a family, we enjoyed Caro's first team basketball experience very much. I know Christopher enjoyed seeing her play as much as I did, and Everett became quite a fan of the concession stand popcorn. ;)
Caroline did not want to play basketball in a league because I wanted *desperately* for her to play. And because she's looking for subtle ways to show her independence, she has politely declined every opportunity to play organized basketball for 4 years. She would politely decline, and then go outside and shoot baskets on our neighbor's goal for an hour every afternoon. She would politely decline, and then spend 96 straight hours every March sitting right next to me, glued to the television, and occasionally asking to mute the sound because she didn't like the commentators' opinions.
This year I was pleasantly surprised when, instead of "no, thank you", she answered my annual inquiry with "I guess".
The experience was perfect. The facility is close to our house, the season is VERY short (a good thing for first-timers), and she knew several girls and the coach from church.
I was proud of Caroline every single second of the season. I saw her push herself physically to get faster and stronger. I saw her watching intently from the bench during her "rest" quarters instead of chatting with the other girls. I saw her win and lose graciously. I saw her take instruction with a good attitude.
I also loved watching the performance milestones! watched her learn the importance of blocking out. I watched her go up strong. I watched her anticipate passes and screen perfectly, and I watched her get steal after steal after steal as a result. I watched her respond perfectly when she was encouraged to "catch her with your feet, not with your hands".
As a family, we enjoyed Caro's first team basketball experience very much. I know Christopher enjoyed seeing her play as much as I did, and Everett became quite a fan of the concession stand popcorn. ;)
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Well, okay then...
My nights fall pretty clearly into two categories:
1) open the laptop when the kids go to bed and stay up until 2am working
2) change into pajamas when the kids go to bed and go to sleep at 8:15pm
Christopher and I decided to put the kids to bed at 8pm, and then watch the final much-hyped episodes of HIMYM. I read to Everett, urged him to bed after 11 books (instead of the typical 15), and turned out his light at 8:02pm. I could hear Christopher still reading to Caroline, so I changed into pajama pants and cued up the shows.
8:10... still reading.
8:20... still reading.
8:30... still reading.
At 8:45pm, I could still hear him reading and let my impatience get the best of me. I hobblestomped to her room and was just about to knock on the door when I heard Chris speaking of sharks and whales and knives.
Huh?
It turns out that they've been reading an Ernest Hemingway novel, and were so close to the end of the book that they couldn't bear to stop until it was finished.
Well, okay then....
1) open the laptop when the kids go to bed and stay up until 2am working
2) change into pajamas when the kids go to bed and go to sleep at 8:15pm
Christopher and I decided to put the kids to bed at 8pm, and then watch the final much-hyped episodes of HIMYM. I read to Everett, urged him to bed after 11 books (instead of the typical 15), and turned out his light at 8:02pm. I could hear Christopher still reading to Caroline, so I changed into pajama pants and cued up the shows.
8:10... still reading.
8:20... still reading.
8:30... still reading.
At 8:45pm, I could still hear him reading and let my impatience get the best of me. I hobblestomped to her room and was just about to knock on the door when I heard Chris speaking of sharks and whales and knives.
Huh?
It turns out that they've been reading an Ernest Hemingway novel, and were so close to the end of the book that they couldn't bear to stop until it was finished.
Well, okay then....
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